Wednesday, March 31, 2010
That is all I have right now. Once I get in to the swing of my new busy schedule I will update more.
Today is going to be beautiful, I actually can't wait to walk outside on campus.
Have a great Wednesday everyone!!!
Friday, March 26, 2010
I have been neglecting you.
I mean I always blog, even when there isn' t really much to say.
So I am just going to start somewhere and hope this post finds its way.
My lack of blogging can also coincide with my lack of energy. I have never been this devoid of energy in my life. It is getting kind of serious, I can't even really put a sentence together because by the time I get to the end of said sentence I am can barely keep my eyes open.
I don't know why sleep broke up with me, but whatever I did I am sorry and I hope you come back soon, I miss you.
I start school on Monday and I am hella excited. You know what I am most excited about? School supplies. Binders, notebooks, highlighters, you name it and I geek out over them. Tomorrow will be the day I fill up my book bag with school goodies and I a wait the noon o'clock hour so I can be on my way to higher education.
Tonight I am introducing my Mom to good Sushi. She has only had sushi once and it was from the grocery store. I will be taking her to Haiku so I can mature her pallet.
I have started a huge project, one that will be a huge undertaking and one that is long over due. What project you might ask? The project of cleaning out my closet. I don't think I have ever cleaned out my closet. Ok I did once but that was back in August, and it really wasn't cleaning it out I just got rid of the clothes that were either old, stained, holey, riped, torn you get the point. But I have never done the whole if you haven't worn it in a year then you should probably get rid of it. So I decided now is probably the best time. Our watching of my brothers cat is going to be ending soon and when that happens, our second walk in closet is going to be used for storage and Hubs and I are going to share a closet.
I am scared.
He is scared.
I have mass amounts of clothing people, to the point that is is ridiculous. I will be documenting my journey from the black abyss to clean and organized.
An up side to this is my wardrobe will get a major face lift after everything is said and done. Hubs told me I was allowed to shop. I say it like that because we are on a strict budget, one that hubs keeps us on very tyrannically sometimes, but I have been saving my pennies waiting for this day.
I will definitely give you before and after pics because this is going to be interesting. Remember when I said that I watched the brave little toaster when I was kid and it messed me up? It did for most inanimate objects, clothing included. I look at a shirt that really doesn't have real sentimental value for a non crazy person but for me I am all like "but I was wearing that shirt on the day I heard my new summer anthem for the summer of 2007, that was a good day."
And that is all I need to convince me to keep said summer anthem shirt.
So I need to grit my teeth and be mean to my clothes and put them in a plastic bag and take them to Volunteer's of America.
Something else I realized. I love stripes. Just about as mush as I love polka dots.
Not slimming vertical stripes, you know the only ones chubs are supposed to wear. Nu-huh I love big, little, solid, multi-color, horizontal stripes.
I know fashion fail.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
I remember I couldn't look at Mr. G, it was either going to make me cry or have this big silly grin on my face, so I decided I should concentrate on not killing myself. I remember getting up to him and my mom and dad giving me away. My dad almost took my veil off. I remember warning him about it and then shot my MOH a look. Then it is totally all a blur. I remember getting choked up during my vows, and then at the end, forgetting the Lord's prayer and trying to cover my tracks and act like I was crying. Then that was it, we were man and wife, in what seemed like the blink of an eye.
Here are some of our Ceremony pictures. There are a lot, this turned out to more of a play by play but oh well.
Come back next week for more wedding recap.
Monday, March 22, 2010
I am very mush a homebody, which is my nice way of calling myself a hermit. I really don't like to leave my house on the weekend because most places deem too big sweatpants, bra less me, white trash, and no one needs that.
I always say "Oh I am going to clean." which sometimes happens, not with the vigor I say I am going to, but I got in to a pretty nice groove on Saturday but I got distracted. It always happens.
As I was laying on my comfy sofa, waiting to not be distracted by re-runs of America's Next Top Model ( don't hate). My bestie Crystal called inviting me to dinner. And Not just any dinner... Sushi Dinner. When she mentioned sushi I did the whole drool moany thing Homer Simpson does. I agreed and got all gussied up slammed so good sushi. It. was. awesome!!!!
Well her hubs Brad didn't feel up to calling it a night so I called my Hubs and told him to get ready we were going out! That's right. This Hermit went to a bar, an average pub, with a shitty band, and a guy selling gyros right out front.
Well, Mrs.E and I go to the restroom and while on our way back, the hoards of people have all decided WE NEED MORE BEER, at the same efing time. So we start the awkward sideways walk through the crowd. We are almost through the ocean of drunkards, when we come to douche bag who won't move.
Crystal, politely puts her hand on the gentleman's shoulder to get him to move. Now, any other human being would have said to themselves "Hey, I feel a new added pressure to my shoulder I wonder what it could be?"
Not this guy, he just stood there... which made it awkward. Because Crystal was standing there with her hand on a strangers shoulder. Luckily some kinds ladies saw our perdiciment and moved. Crystal made her way through and as I was doing so, another jerk face gentleman plows through the crowd narrowing my exit. Now, I am not narrow by any means, so this causes a problem for Mrs. G. I can see what is about to happen. I can see my boobs heading for jerk face who didn't move, why didn't he move? This wouldn't be happening if he just would have moved. I see in his hand a very very full glass of beer, why was it that full still? I couldn't think about it, I had to react. So I went concave. As Concave as I could go.
It sorta worked. I didn't bash in to him spraying beer across the pub and down my new shirt. I nudged him, no beer spilt. I got through, and once I realized how awesome my reflexes were I congratulated myself. As I was walking more like strutting away. The Jerk face called after me...
" EXCUSE YOUR BOOBS!!!!!"
I mean did he know how much I went through, right then, to save his life?
I don't think so.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Can I just tell you how happy I am that it is Friday, and that it is a beautiful Friday!!
I am feeling a little devious today so I am going to tell a little story on hubs.
While Hubs and I were dating he told about how he and one of his friends, as a joke bought the spice girls movie at a yard sale for like 50 cents, and then proceeded to watch it. He did tell me this early on in our relationship and although I laughed, deep down I thought it was weird.
Fast forward to after our nuptials and we are sitting in our den, he is playing something on PlayStation and I am surfing the Internet listening to music. I put it out there to Hubs that if he wants to listen to something let me know. There was a moment of Silence and then he said
Hubs: How about the Spice Girls?
Me: Beg your pardon?
Hubs: The Spice girls, I would like to listen to them.
I bring up their songs on you tube and start to play some songs. Now I am singing along with it because just like every other girl in the 90's I effing adored the Spice Girls. So I am jammin to some throwback classics but I am a little parched so I stop, take a sip of beverage and realize that my husband is mouthing the words. I quickly turn around and what do I see?
I see him using the remote as a microphone and his face contorted in an epic rockstar way as he mouths the words ziga zig ah. With so much enthusiasm you would have thought he was singing living on a prayer.
He realizes that I am not singing anymore and opens his eyes,Yes they were shut, and asks in a very butch, I wasn't singing about girl power way.
Hubs: What? ( said a few octaves lower than his real voice.)
Hubs: So what I know the words.
ME: thats not what is scary.Do you want me to leave you alone so you can sing in to a hairbrush while you but on make up?
Hubs: Shut up.
Me: Whatever Ginger spice.
I continued to play some Spice Girl songs, knowing that he was behind me rocking it out with his now va jay jay out.
Anyway, I thought that was it, But for Christmas my Brother in law got us itunes gift cards. I used mine up pretty quick but hubs was hanging on to his until one day he finally found some songs that he wanted to have grace his ears on his ipod.
Hubs: I used my gift card today
Me: Oh, what did you get?
Hubs: just a little bit of this and that, stuff you wouldn't like.
Me: Try me.
Hubs: I can't remember
Me: (starting to get suspicious, giving him the stank eye) Husband.... what songs did you get for your ipod?
Hubs: Like I said I can't remember
Me: You know all I have to do is walk up the stairs and get on itunes to see what you purchased.
Hubs: Ok, I will tell you, but you have to promise me that you won't make fun of me.
Hubs: Ok, well I wasn't seeing anything I wanted, and I remembered when we listened to the Spice girls....
Me: Really? You spent your gift card on a spice girls song.
Hubs: it wasn't just one song.
Me: YOU SPENT YOUR WHOLE GIFT CARD ON SPICE GIRLS SONGS!?!?!
Hubs: You promised you wouldn't make fun of me.
Me: I am not, but I can see your Vagina from here.
That's right everyone. I am in love to my very own Ginger Spice.
Have a good Friday everyone.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Little back story:
The photography was very important to me, right up there with my dress and venue. Hubs and I knew right off the bat that we wouldn't be hiring a videographer for the wedding so the pictures had to be A-MAZING. I searched the Internet and wedding websites looking for someone that was reasonably priced (yeah remember how hub didn't have a job so we were broke, planning a wedding), and did more photo-journalistic photos rather than posy pictures. Kama was listed on the knot and I thought her name was cute so I took a gander at her website. I fell in love. Her pictures were amazing so with out hesitation I contacted her and got the planning under way.
She was a trooper though, she stuck with us through think and thin. And she and her husband captured our wedding day perfectly.
So to start this series off I am going to give you some shots of the pre-ceremony. You get to see the details that took my team months to do, the girls getting ready, and the excitement of the day.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
I cut my hair.
Ok, well I didn't cut my hair Anna cut my hair, and Crystal held my hand. And yes I have to state that I didn't cut my own hair because I do and often.
I am terrified with getting my hair cut. Like it is right up there with snakes and things with a bazillion legs.
But I did it.
And yes Jen, I am wearing your sweater. I am a sweater thief, I like to think borrower. I mean you're not here so I didn't think you would mind. So I say borrower, and you may say thief. You say potato I say french fry.
*thoughts of moment*
*I really need to put my laundry away because all I had access to (meaning all that was 3-5 feet away from me) was my sessy (yes I say it like that) underpants and not my everyday. all the women out there know what I am talking about, they are more for show than functionality and comfort.
* does calling them underpants and not panties automatically make them un-sessy?
* In all my 23 years of living I just bought my first bottle of OPI fingernail polish and I am kind of crushing on it right now. Granted I got "passion" which is a really light, almost the same color as my nail beds, pink. But I still love it non the less.
*I love goober. It is the peanut butter and jelly in the same jar stuff. I love it and had a goober sandwich for lunch. I only mention this because it is sitting on my desk. Staring at me.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Friday was a good day because the weather was amazing. I felt like I had an itch even preparation h couldn't soothe to be outside frolicking in meadow wearing leaderhosein (I hope I painted a swell picture of just how pain full it was for me to be inside all day). Good weather always brings on the need for grill out food. So I called hubs on the cellular and declared he was grilling hot dogs, brats and burgers.... needless to say he obliged.
I got to spend the evening with my Bestie. It was good to chat even if it couldn't be full on girl talk because hubs was there. I will say though we didn't spare him, talking about cervical mucus pretty much set him over the edge. It was a good night.
Saturday was the big day. We got our new sofa! I am sorry that this sofa is such a big deal but it our first piece of real furniture, and by real I mean not a hammy down. It is pretty exciting.
The morning started by getting our old stuff out of our house. All of Hubs' work buddies were working and so it was hubs, my mom and myself. Now, hubs is a manly man, my mom is an ox (seriously, never tell her she can't move something. ever. ) and then there was me. Wimpy little old me we no upper body strength. For reals. I fear for my children, I just hope I am on a soft surface when I inevitably drop them. Where was I? Oh yeah.
Here is our old girl. She really was an awesome couch. She had no idea what was coming to her. I mean she had been creaking with agony so she really did need to be put out of her misery (yes I am referring to our old couch like it has feelings. I watched the brave little toaster when I was little and it ruined me for life) and we did in a very gruesome way. We couldn't get her wide ass out of our back door so demolition took place... aka hubs with a hammer.
That's right. This mammoth is to big for one picture.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
There was drama, and honestly I am getting tired of it. Family drama is the worst too, because lets face it they are family, they will always be there in your life so it is harder to get away from it. But, I know in my heart I did the right thing and I have my support team backing me up. As hard as it is for me to admit it, I don't need them in my life. I want them in my life but I don't see that happening anytime soon. So, they are out, Plain and simple. I actually feel good about this "Break up". Ha. Anyway.
Got to talk to my Brother a lot this weekend, which was nice. He is doing a lot better and is sounding like his old self again.
Hubs and I are spending a lot more time together. He has been on the morning shift lately which means hubs and I can actually eat dinner together, watch our stories and go to bed. It's the little things that make me happy. We aren't the most lovey dovey, romantic, want to punch in the face because we are sooooo stinkin cute couple. But in the words of Juno McGuff - he is the cheese to my macaroni.
We made breakfast together on Sunday, uh.. P.S. the weather was AMAZING!!!! So we jammed to some classic rock while he made waffles and I made eggs and bacon. It was my perfect Sunday. We ran a few errands, and I waited for the Oscars to start. I. Love. The. Oscars. I love everything about the glitz and glamour, I wish that I could get that gussied up for something. Too bad the only thing that I have fancy enough for that is my wedding dress.
I realized this weekend also, how much I love Chuck Norris jokes. I mean Mr. Norris if you are reading this, let me correct myself, Chuck Norris facts. I really don't want to be roundhouse kicked in the face.... that would make Mondays even worse.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Back away from me, I will lash out at you.
someone said I looked "special" for wearing my hat... and I am 110% sure they meant short bus special not wow Mrs. G you are totally the cat's meow special.
For anyone who doesn't understand the awesomeness that is my hat... you are now lame. LAME!
Then I remembered it was Friday!!!! I am not sure how I forgot. But, I did.
As you can see it is been an emotional roller coaster this morning. I need a nap.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
What story you ask? The story of the missing bowl
The story starts with our Heroine Mrs. G hear some commotion out in the kitchen. She knows it is her pup in distress so she does what any mother would do. She leaves her feast of frosted flakes and investigates what could be causing her fur baby stress. As Mrs. G rounds the corner of her sofa and is walking towards the scene she stops and sees this:
"That's strange." She says
"I wonder where Dot's bowl went?"
Mrs. G turns to see an oddity in her hallway
"Well, that's not how I left it... Maybe the bowl is under the carpet!!"
The mystery still remained
"well, I don't know where her bowl is, but I better put the runner back and pick up hubs' boot"
As Mrs. G is tiding up Dot's mess she hears something
rattle rattle rattle
"where is that sound coming from?"
She listens more closely and realizes it is coming from Mr.G's Boot
"It was in the boot. Well now I don't feel as stupid, I would have never of thought to look in the boot."
Mrs. G takes the boot and dumps it contents back in to her pups bowl
"Huzah!!!!!" Dot barked as I set her bowl of pedigree goodness down.